I wanna run into the nameless place where my existence buried underground,
where I can no longer hear noises,
where I can no longer see the brightest light at dawn;
just a cold ground and a silent breeze from nowhere
I want saving but I want to run away, too.
I hope I can forget all the pain,
and buried it somewhere
where it cannot resurface again,
yet the moment I painted this smile
it keeps on coming backlike a curse tattooed in my heart,
and it slowly breaking me apart.
How ironic and pathetic I am,
I just wanted peace
yet always pushed into the edge.
?!...
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Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
